Reality Shift
Isaac ignored the voice, which was obviously a trap. Isaac found a set of double doors with an exit sign overhead, against the far wall. Isaac ducked into the cubicle farm, taking a shortcut through the rows of confused desk workers.
Isaac reached the doors, and shoved them open. They lead into a stairwell; Isaac headed downward without hesitation. He froze, as the sound of stiff shoes hitting linoleum echoed from below. The guards were in the stairwell. Isaac tried to turn around, but it was too late. He had been trapped.
"End of the line, kid." They handcuffed Isaac, and escorted him back into the room with the woman from before. She started putting the wires onto his temples as one of the officers cuffed his leg to the chair.
"I really must thank you, kid," she said, once the officers had left. "I know you're not really Trent." Isaac tried to jump out of the chair, but a jolt of electricity raced across his body. A blinding whiteness burned his senses as he screamed in pain. When the feeling subsided, he found himself laying on the floor, curled in the fetal position.
"I wouldn't recommend doing that," she said, laughing at him. "I really do owe you thanks. Alistair and I had no idea that Trent suspected anything. But it looks like Trent's distraction was too flashy. He couldn't slip away fast enough, and you took his getaway vehicle out from under him. Don't worry, kid. We'll restore you from your last backup point. I mean, sure, I have to delete this instance of you... but in a way, it's like you never really died.
Isaac cringed, bracing himself for another wave of sharp, piercing pain. Instead, he felt nothing but a relaxing calm. As the darkness enveloped reality, he oddly felt at peace with the world. With one last sigh, Isaac drifted off into oblivion.
Isaac reached the doors, and shoved them open. They lead into a stairwell; Isaac headed downward without hesitation. He froze, as the sound of stiff shoes hitting linoleum echoed from below. The guards were in the stairwell. Isaac tried to turn around, but it was too late. He had been trapped.
"End of the line, kid." They handcuffed Isaac, and escorted him back into the room with the woman from before. She started putting the wires onto his temples as one of the officers cuffed his leg to the chair.
"I really must thank you, kid," she said, once the officers had left. "I know you're not really Trent." Isaac tried to jump out of the chair, but a jolt of electricity raced across his body. A blinding whiteness burned his senses as he screamed in pain. When the feeling subsided, he found himself laying on the floor, curled in the fetal position.
"I wouldn't recommend doing that," she said, laughing at him. "I really do owe you thanks. Alistair and I had no idea that Trent suspected anything. But it looks like Trent's distraction was too flashy. He couldn't slip away fast enough, and you took his getaway vehicle out from under him. Don't worry, kid. We'll restore you from your last backup point. I mean, sure, I have to delete this instance of you... but in a way, it's like you never really died.
Isaac cringed, bracing himself for another wave of sharp, piercing pain. Instead, he felt nothing but a relaxing calm. As the darkness enveloped reality, he oddly felt at peace with the world. With one last sigh, Isaac drifted off into oblivion.
